Architect of paradise (PART I: Out of the Ruins)

3. Why is it difficult?

     I really can't believe how I was cool enough to help that woman to give birth. I had a seminar about the situation but it was a long time ago. However, everything was at my mind and I remembered them, as if I was a professional obstetrician. At the end, the young woman gave birth to a cute baby boy. Her mother helped me to clean the baby and to take care of both mother and child. When they fell asleep, Dr. Herman arrived. Only then, I could return home.

    Ahh! My hands are trebling! Now that I am relaxing in the bathtub, my whole body is like gel. I feel something hot in my eyes. They are tears. I was so stressed. I was afraid of the life of the mother and the baby. My heart is beating so fast that is ready to get out of my chest.

     After that shock, I need to relax. I am covering my body with a thin blanket and sit on my sofa in front of the fireplace. In my hands there is a book. While I was escaping from them when I was younger, now I love their company. They are my medicine. Next to me, on the little table, there is a cup of hot chocolate. This is the perfect atmosphere to forget my adventure.

      While I am trying to forget it, nobody will let me. From early in the morning, a lot of people came to the library, not to borrow books or to study, but to thank me for saving the life of that young woman and her child. She is Lily Shelton, the young woman that Mrs. Falcon talked about. She told me that she was pregnant but I thought that she was not the time to birth. Well, I didn't hear the gossips with attention. Shelton, their friends and the major came to see me like I am an attraction. I know that I did a good thing, but I don't want so much attention.

-"Addie!!!"

"Oh my God..." I thought when I hear this voice, which belongs to Harry Barton, the son of the richest man on Green Hill. 

    The Barton's have a lot of fields of corns and a small inn for the tourists. He was relatively tall, with brown short hair and dark brown eyes. He liked to wear elegant modern clothes to seem sophisticate. In my opinion, that man is arrogant and full of himself. From the first moment he saw me, he flirted me.

-"Mr. Barton, what brings you here?"

-"Don't speak to me so formal. I am Harry, remember?"

     I really can't stand him!

-"I came to congratulate you about your heroism."

-"You are overreacting. It was my job. Everyone would do the same."

-"Well, everybody doesn't have the knowledge. You are too humble."

-"Anyway, thank you."

-"I really want to celebrate this achievement of yours."

-"It is not necessary."

-"You just don't want to have a date with me." His tone is playful. I can't admit it clearly, but he must understand that I don't want a relationship.

-"I won't stop trying," he says with a playful smile, while leaving. Now, I can breathe freely.

     Well, I myself was influenced from the event, so I am reading medical books, instead of my favourite historical ones. It is not strange. I really am moved because I helped a life to be born. I don't want to be in the same surprised situation again and while I am working in a clinic is good to know some things.

-"I didn't think that you would be a saviour." It's Mrs. Falcon with her usual treat in her hands. This time was a honey pie. I can't really disagree with her or anybody else. I really saved them. They could be grateful, but there must be some limits.

     Mrs. Falcon had already been aware of the eccentric temperament of hers. When she sees that dark dissatisfied sight on her face, she knows that she is in not in good mood and a moment like that, is right now. This young lady is carrying a painful past. She is sure about that. It is shown in her eyes. They always have a permanent grief. Her deep wish to be in peace was attesting to that painful past. Even when she did something so great, she was so humble. However, she doesn't know if this young woman needs peace or the complete opposite so she can live again.